In the neighbourhood, a small group of disciples gathered and walked. Carrying a large wooden cross, shared from shoulder to shoulder, prayers were said at various places along the way. Prayers for the nursing home and those who work there, for the men who sleep in the park and live out of the garbage, for small businesses, for those living in the area, for green spaces, etc.
Jesus prayed in the garden. This group of disciples prayed in the garden of the world in which they live and move every day of the week. The prayers were for community, realtionship, and justice.
It was dreary and damp...drizzling. It was a quiet walk that was a reminder that we are separated from God and from the people/creation around us. It was a time to give thanks and offer up the neighbourhood, ourselves...to Jesus who died for all. This is grace!
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